Leland tells me that I have too many posts about kittens. That my adoring public doesn't want pictures of kittens.
So I'm going to start this blog with pictures of other things, and then we'll move on to kittens once Leland's attention has drifted away.
Part I: Other Things:
So it turns out that we do actually do things besides playing with kittens. Though it's difficult to tear ourselves away.
For example, last month we took a trip to the highly non-photogenic Myrtle Beach! We were there for the weekend and had a lovely time lying around in the sand and looking at the gorgeous scenery...
Ok, maybe just lying in the sand.
Plus, we got to hang out with Totally Awesome People (and soon to be Totally Awesome Parents) Sarah and Adam. Here we are sharing a single Pina Colada, because it cost about 8$, and we are all just rich enough to get to Myrtle Beach, but not rich enough to each have our own overpriced adult slushie! And we also got to see two of the original Beach Boys. Rock on.
Also last month, I finished the baby quilt I'm making for our nephew due in August. It's my second quilt and it came out very nice, I think.
All the little animals are hand quilted, and the orange is the back of the quilt. I'm very excited about my next project, which is huge and awesome. I won't reveal too much, but check out my GORGEOUS fabric:
I think we bored Leland away with the fabric, so let's get back to kittens!
Part II: Kittens
It's high kitten season right now and the Humane Society has been inundated with calls about people finding litters. We took in a Mama and five babies, probably about 6-7 weeks old. When we went to pick up the kitties from the shelter, Mama had kind of an incident. In which she got out of her crate and hid under a row of cages, and then four adults spent twenty minutes chasing her around the cat room. Cats get out of their cages - not all the time, but it's not an entirely uncommon event - but Mama isn't very friendly. In fact, I'm betting that she's semi-feral. So to get her back required catch poles and brooms and leather gloves that go up to the elbow, and not sexy elbow-length leather gloves either.
Let's just say that Mama was traumatized, but not hurt. Still, she was NOT happy about being in our spare bedroom. When I come in, she hides as best she can. She can move so quickly and quietly, I named her Ghost.
We have made progress, though. If I am very still for a long time, Ghost will eventually slip out of her hiding place and sneak around the room. But most of the time, she looks like this:
Her kittens have picked up on her fear and are also wary of me, but to be honest, they are kittens and that means they're stupid. I.e. easily lured out with food and toys. They've already lost much of their fear, but they do not like to be picked up, and if cornered, they will make tiny little hisses at you. However, they don't bite or scratch, and I'm confident that they'll be comfortable with humans in no time.
Plus most of them are big fat fatties. Did I mention that? It's comical when Ghost feeds them, they scramble all over her getting into fights with each other.
I went in a different direction when I started naming kittens. The trend started because I began to call one of them Bug.
Bug is trouble.
So naturally, she's my favorite. She's the smallest of the litter (though too big and healthy to really be the "runt"), but the bravest and the most curious. She is the only kitten who will come up to me, but she also hisses the most enthusiastically when I pick her up.
The first night the kittens were in the house, we heard them crashing around all night. That's pretty normal. What wasn't normal was they they totally destroyed the plastic blinds in the window. As in, from floor to ceiling. To the ceiling. I don't know who did it, but I know who I'm looking at.
I feel a little sorry for Bug's future owners, to be honest with you. She's going to be very naughty.
The next one to acquire a name was Cricket.
Poor Cricket. This little girl (calicos are almost always girls), who is actually one of the larger kittens, had a bite wound on her neck. We think that Ghost, in panic, accidentally grabbed on to Cricket a little too hard. But no biggie, it seemed like it was healing.
I'm going to stop here and warn you that if you're eating, you should probably skip straight on ahead to the next picture. But don't worry, Cricket is fine.
And then... I went in yesterday afternoon to check on them, and Cricket's wound was quite swollen, red, and full of pus. I poked at it a bit and saw what I thought was a scab that was holding back the gooey insides. Well, I thought, they can drain it at the facility. I brought Cricket to the Humane Society to get cleaned up and get some antibiotics. My friend Katie, one of the employees, started working on Cricket's wound.
She squeezed it a bit.
And something poked its head out.
Remarkably, everyone stayed pretty calm while Katie squeezed a live, wriggling maggot from Cricket's wound.
It was disgusting, and I am not a squeamish woman. It was like a freaking episode of Animal Cops.
But Cricket's doing fine! She's playing and eating and doesn't seem to be in pain. In fact, she seems quite relieved. As you would be. And best of all, the wound is healing and the kitten is now maggot free.
Next to be differentiated from the general kitten herd was Bumblebee.
This (relatively) little boy is the largest of the kittens, and he's fat and fuzzy. Like a bumblebee! It's hard to see here, but he has orange spots on his back.
I did have some trouble with the last two, both orange tabbies, both males.
But finally, I identified the teeny tiny difference between them.
Firefly has little white booties on. Like little light flashes from a firefly. Here he is watching his sister Bug climb the screen. Trouble!
And Skeeter has taller white socks on, though they seem to be slipping some on each foot.
But when you can't see the feet, then it's anyone's guess.
The kittens love to hang out in one of Fletcher's abandoned sleeping places, a squishy hidey box thing.
It's like the secret kitten clubhouse.